Chu Zhou and the other three saw another martial artist team in no time.
There were five people in that martial artist team.
They had just hunted a group of Iron-Horned Wild Bulls.
The corpses of seven to eight Iron-Horned Wild Bulls lay on the grass, bleeding all over the ground.
"Who's there!"
There was a cold shout suddenly. A cunning man with a black eyepatch on his left eye and a mechanical arm in his right hand looked at Chu Zhou and the others.
"Do you want to snatch the prey?"
Another person smiled coldly and squatted down. He pointed his sniper rifle at Chu Zhou and the others.
The other three also looked at Chu Zhou and the gang with killing intent, as if they would attack at any time.
"Not good! They just killed the Iron-Horned Wild Bull and we appeared… I'm afraid they misunderstood that we're going to snatch their prey."
The expressions of Chu Zhou and the others changed slightly as Li Qingshi spoke.
